Growing up I remember my mom being really into dried flowers. We had garlands, and wreaths, and small arrangements in every room of the house, she even took a class on arranging them (it was so very 90s of her). One arrangement in particular sticks out in my mind: in our bathroom there was a small wicker basket just exploding with dried eucalyptus. No other flora or fauna needed, just dusty grey-green leaves complimenting the green and peach wallpapered decor. The strange fan shaped leaves seemed so exotic to me then.
I still have a soft spot for them now. On a recent Trader Joe's expedition Ryan and I picked up some eucalyptus for a flower arrangement, and though the other flowers have been long dead the eucalyptus stands tall. Dying gracefully and preserved for our use.
I decided to do a quick series of paintings on this reedy little green, to immortalize my lifelong fascination with the plant, and to play with using ink to sketch over paintings. I'm pretty happy with the results. big kiss, bekuh
